Oh, confessions. 1. Before I became a parent I had dreams of playing all sorts of games with my future children. There is now nothing I find more mind-numbingly boring than playing with my kids. (Board games and sports are an exception). 2. I can't rub my hands on jeans.
3. Joined this forum today and have spent more time navigating my way around all the interesting topics than actually writing. Doh!
Do you have a similar hang up in regards to microfiber or other fabrics, particularly when your hands are very dry? Because I have a very strong aversion to friction between hands and fabric. Even the sound of someone else's hands rubbing fabric is almost unbearable.
Yes, microfiber sticks to my poor dry hands *shudders*. Any and all fabric friction makes me curl up in a frightened little ball. And yes - the sound. Arrrgh. In all other respects I am a perfectly rational human being
Dogs also don't live as long as we do, hence why I said at different speeds. Their babies mature faster, but they also die sooner (and often to the health complications humans thrust upon them). It's one thing if you said "I don't like animals much/at all", it's another extreme to suggest animals lack any sentience at all, despite wagging their tail with excitement and yelping when they're hurt. Kinda like how kids squeal when they're excited and when they get hurt. That point that I was trying to make was: if you buy an animal just to have it sit there and drool, then that's all it will do. Just like a baby would. But if you're there for it, nurture it and teach it, it has the opportunity to do more! (like working with police officers to take down criminals or perform drug busts or sniff out diseases or sickness like Covid) We have the advantage of grocery stores and technology, yes, but a mom will sit with its babies (without the excuse or luxury of being distracted by the tv) while dad goes to hunt and kill dinner. Sometimes vice versa. So mom and dad don't have to worry about their babies falling off of man-made furniture or into gorilla enclosures because they're always with them. To deny any similarities just seems foolish and gives off an extremist/arrogant vibe when they literally suck on a teat for milk. Also to clarify, the equivalent of a baby would be a newborn pup. I wouldn't take on the responsibility of a newborn pup because they're delicate and I couldn't trust myself with that, just like I wouldn't trust myself with a newborn (and if I wasn't just anxious by looking at them). I wasn't suggesting that we sacrifice all babies because they're ugly and inferior, I was just comparing it to a prune. XD Newborn puppy faces will always be cuter than a newborn baby's face any day. Otherwise we wouldn't have spent so much time in our human history befriending them!
I have put the milk in before the cereal before. It was awful. Aside from the mess of milk splashing all over, the whole thing just tasted backwards.
No, more like thinking about stories I want to write - so much so that I sometimes think I've already written them.
Up to a point that counts too. Gotta come up with ideas and develop them somehow, and what better way than by thinking?
I glanced at the TV earlier today and I saw what I thought was a hurricane advisory for the Caribbean. I go to the shed to check the gasoline reserves. I take the tanks to the gas station and get them all filled. I angrily grumble to myself "Why didn't anyone tell me we were this low?? What the fuck is dad doing with the gas??" I come back with all the gas and other sundries. I go to mom and dad's across the field to soft-shoe my concern about what's going on with the gas and holy heck, the hurricane season is here and... My mom starts laughing and says, in Spanish, "Honey, Hurricane Bertha was a long time ago." So, yeah... no hurricane, just a bit of meteorological history on the boobtube. <-- dork
I confess that, if asked my type, my answer will always be Filipino boys. True, but it gets awkward when I go to start a story or poem and my first thought is, "Didn't I write this already?"
Only without the words! I deal with this constantly. And I've learned that people will never tell you when they're low. They think things with inventory levels refill themselves magically. You have to inventory that shit constantly. Check the levels of everything everyday if you have to. Consumables have a nasty habit of consuming themselves.
Hawt coo-zeen if you're from Indiana. I confess: I've made some changes to my thinking lately and I've felt different in a good way.
Far less people are visual thinkers. Especially on this board. The vast majority of people think in language. Thoughts rise up from the unconscious unfocused and vague, and must be given form either through images or words in order to become conscious thought that makes sense to us (rather than vague feelings and sensations).
My dad used to call hors d'oeuvres - horsey doovers 'Mademoiselle' was always Madam Wozzle. As in, "Mercy buckup, Madam Wozzle." Heaven knows how he would have pronounced 'haute cuisine.' Haughty cousin?
